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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Tuesday, March 14th, 2006 / 5:02 PM.
Location: Grounds? Courtyardy? Place?
Open To: Tatiana
Currently Involving: Hargreaves
Hargreaves Beckett had done a fair amount of stewing and complaining to himself and in general, being what those of a lesser breed would call "a mardy bum." Life wasn't fair, that he was fully aware of. The one time anything actually happened for the cause and some idiot had to go and ruin it by attacking his cousin, who wasn't even involved, and was not a mudblood at any rate. Positively ridiculous, really. Perhaps he didn't want to be a part of it anyways.
He wondered what his father would think of that.
No matter. It didn't matter what bloody James thought of it, of if his other cousins thought of him. Just because you supported a cause didn't mean you had to give amnesty to absolute dimwits IN that cause. How that Death Eater got there was beyond him. Not recognizing the Beckett name. Bastard. He was probably new.
At the moment, he sat on a bench on the outskirts of the grounds, staring up at a tree, holding his school robes tightly around him. . .worrying. Thankfully, his face didn't show this.
At least he was still good at this. It was something, at least.
Location: Grounds? Courtyardy? Place?
Open To: Tatiana
Currently Involving: Hargreaves
Hargreaves Beckett had done a fair amount of stewing and complaining to himself and in general, being what those of a lesser breed would call "a mardy bum." Life wasn't fair, that he was fully aware of. The one time anything actually happened for the cause and some idiot had to go and ruin it by attacking his cousin, who wasn't even involved, and was not a mudblood at any rate. Positively ridiculous, really. Perhaps he didn't want to be a part of it anyways.
He wondered what his father would think of that.
No matter. It didn't matter what bloody James thought of it, of if his other cousins thought of him. Just because you supported a cause didn't mean you had to give amnesty to absolute dimwits IN that cause. How that Death Eater got there was beyond him. Not recognizing the Beckett name. Bastard. He was probably new.
At the moment, he sat on a bench on the outskirts of the grounds, staring up at a tree, holding his school robes tightly around him. . .worrying. Thankfully, his face didn't show this.
At least he was still good at this. It was something, at least.